Prague hardly has to try — it works on you slowly, a stage set of spires and bridges that turns genuinely uncanny once the day-trippers thin out and the mist rises off the river.
Gothic towers loom over pastel facades, the Vltava splits the city beneath the statue-lined Charles Bridge, and a red tram clatters past Art Nouveau frontages into the dark. Step off the crowded Old Town Square and the lanes smell of wet cobbles, roasting ham and coffee.
This is a city that outlasted empires, tanks and occupation without losing its edge, and the history lives not just in museums but in the vaulted pubs where people have always done their real talking.
Czechs here wear a dry, dark humour and won't waste a fake smile on you — but they will pour you a flawless pilsner under a thick collar of foam and expect you to savour the quiet.
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